I now have a cat that used to be a kitten. One wuz cute, the morphed unit has 'issues'.
When it rode thru the apartment riding on my outraged ex-wifes Westies back I decided those issues could be dealt with.
To date, it's spent various nights inadvertantly trapped in the refrigerator, the closet, the bottom dresser drawer, the bathroom and 30 minutes in the electrical switch box. (where it popped the buildings fuses for a faster than usual rescue)
After the last one it seems a bit twitchy.
It also has a rather obnoxious habit of sleeping next to my feet, this part of my anatomy being the part it is currently waging cat war upon.
The stealth attacks on my big toe at 4:00am are nothing compared to the assaults my donut was subjected too last month when it was learning not to climb up bare legs chasing the towel after a shower.
The next bonehead that sends me a catnip toy will be cursed with after midnight pizza deliverys for a month.